It has been a year
And I have finally gotten the courage to go back to our favorite restaurant
This time—I only order what I like
The way I like it

There is a couple in our booth
They remind me so much of us
All afro puffs and baby dreads
All sit on my side so I can hold your hand under the table
All ordering and making plans to eat each other’s food
All teeth and dimples and grinnin’ like it’s Sunday in Atlanta
And if you act right
We might can order two appetizers
And God done gave us this day
And this bread
And this love
And we got ice cream at the house
And another season left of the Wire to watch
And new weed
And old music

And I smile cuz I know they still got tomorrow
These brilliant brown babies
Have time to break and mend
And choose each other again
They got joy and a new booth with their names on it
And I think to myself it’s in good hands


I take my food to-go
Pray they do this like communion
I pray wherever you are
You still eat good on Sundays